[Intro] [vinyl piano loop, vinyl crackle, boom-bap drums enter] [Verse 1] [male rap vocals] Yo, these jockeys got me But I don't know what I am doing You know that I am influencing Yeah, but I can speak some language I knew it It's in my fucking head the whole time Man, you fucking think I should just shed the skin of my shed in my skin Yo, I'm dead when I begin Are we dead? Yo, the party was fed Flooding, flooding, yo, I got mud on my boots Yo, I better stomp them out through the roof Yeah, I just follow your slime trail, coat tails but you know that I rhyme well [bassline becomes more prominent] can't really rap But I ain't selling crap, yo, uh-uh-uh But I don't know if this beat is really , gonna go To the whole fucking floor, bitch, yo, I'm showing you more Yo, I'm going it all, all the time, yo, I'm on the time Yo, I got no time, no time, yo, my mind Yo, it starts to grind and I find Yo, the beat of mine, yo, I'm fucking sleeping time Yo, sleep when I’m dead, yo, I'm creeping in the shed Yo, just standing strong, yo, the fan of the bong And shove the bong in your face and inhale Yo, the next song, yo, it's not gonna be as well But I'm too smoked to tell And you know I'm fucking broken, and I yell on the mic sometimes Yellow shard got me going hella hard with the l rhymes While I'm drinking Coke at the same time Yo, I make a beat, take a seat, never ever back too neat Shards, let go of the fucking mop yards Yeah, that's the beat, man, I'm just sweet, sweet tea I think they beat me [Instrumental Break] [electric piano solo with light filter modulation] [Verse 2] Beats going D-O-P-E I think I can smoke But you know I need a fucking drink, yo, I'm fan of broke people Yo, I'm coming so evil, chilling on Omegle Yo, I'm never using a needle, you hear my drink shaking Yo, I think the bacon be sizzling But you know this fizzle be feeling, yeah, just popping this pill Yo, what is his deal? Yo, he's got some black tobacco No, it's whiskey, I'm a whacko, smoking, drinking Yo, I'm broken thinking and I'm just with the pipe down It's the right song, yo, the nightgown, take it off of her Yo, make the boss get all this fucking tossing and shit Loss in the frost quick, yo, I cheat with the quiz Man, you know I'm getting fucking dizzy And you know that my hair can get fuzzy Playing 50-Quagmire, smoking, yo, motherfucker Yo, the pipe I got to spin, cause I'm yeah, smoking that dope Don't really know where this shit's gonna go Yo, harder than the bro, yo, you ain't got no lighting Yo, you be living on a pipe dream like Bon Jovi Yo, my bong broke, yo, I be smoking the artichoke My heart she broke, me . I'm joking, yo, my dog Yo, sleeping, he be hogging on my drugs, my drugs Yo, I got the room to be cleaning, yo, I must have been screaming I'm smoking cut, yo, I'm smoking enough, it's coming Yo, look at Bella, Bella, Bella, I love you Yo, I'm never gonna sell you, I'll trade you for a crack hit And practice doing backflips on my mattress Yo, I should clean it up, I had the habits before you came around Bella, you the best dog in the town [Outro] [drums fade out, electric piano and vinyl crackle linger] [End]
